Thorne's POV
The phone screen came up as Sienna settled into the chair across from me, her long fine legs crossed like she was the owner of the room we were in.
"Put him on speaker," she said at the same time examining her dark long hair with the mirror she brought.
"Evening, Alpha Thorne." The voice came through, clear and composed, carrying that particular tone of satisfaction that it carried whenever things were going well.
"Tell me everything went according to plan," I said, leaning back in my chair.
He had come to me a few weeks ago with a new plan and last night he sent me a video file, also asking me to lend him one of my messengers.
"Better than planned, actually." His voice was filled with excitement. "Blade is completely cornered, there's no way out. By dawn, he'll either h
